In this entry, I translate a beloved Greek song from the 1980s and provide further commentary on its lyrics: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=umzN2ujyARY. Performance: Sotiria Bellou Lyrics: Elias Andriopoulos Music: Michalis Bourboulis Do not cry and do not be sad that it darkens We who lived poor The world's rain does not bother us We who live alone The houses are short like deserted barracks Our summers are brief and our winters endless Do not cry and do not fear the darkness We who lived poor The world's indifference does not scare us There will come for us a Sunday The houses are short like deserted barracks Our summers are brief and our winters endless When everything a petulant child wants is readily available, it is hard for it—be it as a kid or adult—to ever relate to the life of…